This will make more sense if you read the earlier parts. Don't worry, they're fun, action packed, and build the tension. Read them first! Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Enjoy.
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Roy arrived home in tears. How could Mrs. Lannit have treated him like that? He was a sobbing, sweaty mess as he stumbled down the front hall.
"Roy, darling?" Amanda put down her magazine and stood up from the couch. Above her, the ceiling vibrated as Annie listened to her rock-and-roll on a record player. "What's wrong?" Amanda straightened her new housedress and walked out in the front hall. Roy's distinctive odor hit her like a freight train. Her vagina dripped. The association between that smell and Roy's magical semen had firmly linked itself in her brain. Amanda knew immediately what she had to do.
"A ... girl ... Mom," Roy said between sobs. "She was mean ... to me." Roy's hair was a mess, his eyes red, his chest heaved up and down, and the faint pink outline of fingers covered one cheek.
"Did someone hit you?" Amanda pulled him into an embrace, cradling his head against her bosom.
"She ... did." Roy couldn't stop his tears. He might be eighteen, but he could still cry like a baby.
"There, there." Amanda stroked his hair. She put her arm around his shoulders and led him toward the back of the house. "I know how to cheer you up. Would you like something special?" She pulled him into her husband's study and closed and locked the door behind them.
"Where's Dad?" Roy looked around the study. His father's ledger sat open on the desk.
"After he roused himself from his morning stupor, he left for the office. Your father thinks the house is making him sleepy." Amanda unbuttoned her dress, pulled it over her head, and carefully placed it on the back of the chair. "But your sister got home about an hour ago. I never thought I'd say it, but thank goodness she listens to that infernal racket." Amanda's black ponytail danced as she quickly undressed. Her pale skin looked milky in the dim light of the study. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. "Would you like to see my boobies?" She held the unhooked bra to her boobs with both hands.
"Yes, please." Roy wiped at his drying eyes with the back of his hand.
"It's nice to see you smile, darling." Amanda dropped her bra to the floor and lowered her arms to her sides. Her breasts hung high on her chest, a clear rejection of gravity. Her nipples were small and dark. The alabaster skin easily showed the blue veins that ran all over her breasts. "Do these make you feel better?"
"Yes, Mom." Roy looked her up and down. He unbuttoned his pants, lowered them, and kicked them to the corner of his dad's office. He pulled off his briefs and tossed them. They landed on a bronze statue of a bird on the bookshelf behind him.
"Promise me you won't do it inside, and you can have your fun." Amanda stood only in her black panties and kitten heels, her hips cocked slightly to the right. The silver cross hung from its chain just above her boobs. She pulled off her panties, picked up her bra, and placed both on top of her dress. "Promise?" Amanda turned her back to Roy, leaned forward, and placed her hands on either side of Nathaniel's ledger.
"Okay, I promise." Roy only halfway meant it. He stepped up behind her, grabbed his dick, and guided it in. She was wet, and he felt himself slide in with one long, smooth stroke.
"Oh, my gosh. Roy ... it's like you've got a baseball bat back there." Amanda lowered her hips a little and braced for the onslaught.
"Have you had sex with Dad since we did it in the washroom?" Roy gripped her wide hips with both hands and started with easy strokes. He looked down to see her pink lips stretching and tightly hugging his fat dick.
"Yes." Amanda's ponytail bobbed as she nodded. She stared down at the boring ledger that absorbed so much of Nathaniel's time. All those tiresome numbers.
"Was it the same?" Roy felt a little hot with his sweater still on, but he figured a little extra sweat wouldn't hurt. "Was his little weenie the same after I stretched you out?"
"Oh, gosh ... oh ... oh ... no. It wasn't, darling. It was too small." Amanda's legs trembled uncontrollably. She was about to have her first orgasm. Amanda shrieked as electric sparks flew around her body. The music upstairs continued to shake the ceiling. The pounding downstairs shook Nathaniel's desk.
"I'm ... the man ... of the house ... now," Roy said in between animalistic grunts. "Right, Mom?"
"Oh ... no ..." What should Amanda say? Roy wasn't replacing her husband. They were just enjoying a new dimension to their relationship. Amanda looked down at her flopping boobs, banging up against the cross. She was a long way off from the sanctity of Pastor Neilson's office.
"What, Mom?"
"I ... ah ... ah ... ah ... love your father." Amanda gritter her teeth. To use a clichΓ©, it was as if she'd lived her whole life in black and white, and God had suddenly shown her color. Sex before this wasn't comparable. Life after this week would never be the same. "And ... I love ... you."
"I ... love ... you ... too ... Mom." Roy punctuated each word by bottoming out hard in her pussy. "Now take it. Aaaaahhhhhhh." Roy let loose inside her.
"No, Rooooooooyyyyyyyyy." Amanda's face twisted and she contorted as the rapture passed through her. Little droplets of spittle and sweat sprayed across that dull old ledger.
Roy kept himself buried in her from behind. He reached around her and groped at her large, firm titties. It was the first time he'd touched a bare breast. They stood like that for several minutes.
"Now, Roy, please pull out. We can't ... keep ..." Amanda felt that giant gadget slide back and forth again. How to satisfy that boy? "We can't ... do ... it ... that way." Amanda reached behind her and pushed at his hips. She carefully dislodged him and grasped his tool with her left hand. "I sometimes do this ... for your father." She angled his penis up a little and slowly guided him into her butthole. "Gentle ... darling. You really are ... getting a special ... treat."
"Wow. Thanks, Mom." Roy returned his hands to her hips. He couldn't believe she'd let him do her in the butt. His dick looked incredible disappearing between her cheeks.
That afternoon, Roy came two more times, both in Amanda's ass. Afterward, Amanda waddled off to get cleaned off, happy she had cheered up her son. Roy watched her round bottom vanish past the doorway, his cum still dripping out of her.
Upstairs, Annie danced and listened to her music. She hadn't heard any of the shrieking going on in the Ackerman study that afternoon.
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The government car pulled out of the hotel parking lot, leaving behind the stash of bottled water and food from many miles away. Gertrude watched the automobile disappear behind some shrubbery as it headed for the interstate highway. She stood rigid, in her sensible shoes, on the balcony. Her formal, tweed swing dress fluttering a little in the breeze. She'd very much like to be on the interstate herself, traveling far away from Portsmith. There was danger here. Even the government people seemed to underappreciate their perilous position.
"Want some lunch, Dr. Cobb?" One of the government spooks stepped out onto the balcony, holding a newly delivered sandwich.
"Yes, thank you, Reynolds." She reached out a delicate, pale hand and took the food. She was grateful not to experience the hunger that many of this town's good citizens, infected as they might be, had complained about. "I think we should cancel our interviews at the schools."
"Ma'am?" Reynolds hid his blue eyes behind dark sunglasses. His narrow-brimmed hat placed slightly askew on his head.
"Based on our findings so far, I think we should steer clear of the youth." Gertrude gave the grim man a faint, humorless smile. "Especially male youth."
"They don't scare me." Reynolds didn't like this little scientist. Or the fact he had to take her orders. But those were the breaks when you took on the odd cases.
"No?" Gertrude turned her head to look back out in the direction the car had vanished, her blonde ponytail swished behind her. "I'm sure if it came to fisticuffs, you could take on all comers. But remember my warning about incapacitating airborne chemicals. Even with our precautions, I'm not sure we're immune." She nodded to herself. "Set up some interviews with older women. That should be safer territory. And make arrangements for blood draws."
"Airborne chemicals." Reynolds thin line of a mouth tightened so much it almost vanished. "Sounds like the Soviets. Let's call in Langley."
"This is not a red scare." Gerturde shook her head, still not looking back at the man. "And most of my conclusions are preliminary." She carefully unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite. "When we know more, we'll call it in, or pack up and go home."
"Sure thing, ma'am. Whatever you say." Reynolds turned back into the hotel room to fetch his own sandwich. Not for the first time, he considered whether the good doctor was more than a little looney.